Twisted Transcendance

In the lightless thickets where insanity awaits Man shall find itself.

There he will stand clothed in human form but no flesh will conceal the corrupted transcendance of his damned soul for the insanity bubbling beneath his skin has burst forth.

His depravity and his perverseness will feast upon him and the feasting destroy Him utterly.

He becomes merely a slave to his own desires, fears, ambitions and rages. He becomes them given pure physical form with no humanity to stem their excess.

Those in his path will scream and wail in the night, and they shall feel not hatred, but fear.

For He is our primal emotions, our darkest aspects and our inner demons that lurk within us given walking form.

The unsullied malice and innocence of Children and Animals will have no qualm in this unholy revelation of Man for he is something worse, humanity in its darkest purity, unrestrained and unreformed.

No dogma or norm will stop Him for he is something more than a Man and something less.

Fearful we will be of Him, the unrestrained foul hyrbid of Man and Beast, the twisted transcendance. He is Insanity given human flesh in all its chilling corrupted purity.

This Feral thing, we have no name for, for we fear to even gaze at what we might become if restraint was cast aside and we were merely slaves to our desires, we would not be animals we would be something far worse.